The younger one, I think, was about thirty or so, really quite pretty and, in shorts, had very nice legs."Tomorrow?" I asked, rather astonished."Apart...ment 508. I'm Isabel, this is my mother, Eva." Nice to meet you both. Um, your apartment, huh? What time?" This time, like six o'clock?" the mother answered and I nodded and they turned around and went down the stairway into the building.I sat there for a few minutes, realizing I had never given them my name or apartment number but it did seem. Gold 9:45 a.m.Junior had welts all up and down his handsome body. He was almost as beautiful as his dad. His naked back and legs were red with bruises. His manacled arms and legs locked him beautifully into the rack not allowing him any movement. I knew someday that he would go full time into making custom bondage constructions. His work was so well thought out and so beautiful. He had already been asked to design and build some s/m works of art.The whip cracked and I could see Junior wince. She lifted up farther and reached down wrapping her hand around his cock and lifted it pointing it straight up. She lowered herself slowly until the tip was lodged in her entrance. She then brought both hands up to his shoulders and began to relax her thighs letting her body weight impale her slowly on him. He could feel his cock forcing it's way into her tight tunnel as she whimpered. After and inch or so was in he felt a familiar resistance and his hands grabbed her hips, keeping her from. She smiled cocked her hips to the side “Evan I think this is a good look for me, do you”? He chuckled “before you clean up stop in my room, there’s a matter of a blow job owed”. She giggled heading to his room.After giving Evan a great blow job she showered and fell asleep in minutes a content sleepThe next morning as Evan headed to the kitchen her saw his dad heading to the bathroom. Jill was in the kitchen getting breakfast, “hi hon want some oatmeal”? “Sure mom”. Evan realized she was.